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Badaudé

POEM BY C

DEAN
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Badaudé

POEM BY C

DEAN
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introduction
Ahh dean what be thy

Badaudé
it be we seem to think be about the
artist-poet of the post-modernity
Ahh no not like the pretentious
elitist Flâneur of Baudelaire
flâneuse of acedemic feminist tossers
or passante of Proust or the
bourgeios snob dilettante of
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Walter Benjamin those individuals

of diseased identity those deformities
of capitalism creation the very thing
a consumer society wants commodity
driven constructed selves to consume
that lack spirituality for being
obssessed with their selves their
individualities their identities
but Ahhh dean thy

Badaudé be the

common hacker that enjoys life for

what it be thy gawking be a love of
things for themselves not for their
status making selves thy idle
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saunterings be in quest of a spiritual

absorption in the world Ahh dean

thy Badaudé be a

work of symbolisim of decadence of

aestheticism it be a work of magic
word paintings like Theophile
Guatier
Une Nuit de Cleopatre it be a
perfuming pan of visual delights it be
a golden chalices of word music it be
the work of a voluptuos tongue as
sayeth Lafcadio Hearn rolling out
scented melodies perfumed rythyms
like the undulating arses of women
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that stroll the streets Ahh dean thy

Badaudé be a poem

that involves the emotional

engagement of the recite such that
the recite feels the emotions thru
description Ahh dean thee expresses
emotion thru the art of painting
words thee be a decadent romantic a
romantic aesthete dean thy

Badaudé be a product

of the Alchemists art

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Preface Ahhh the cities

those cunts those Amaryllis those

Nymphaeaceae those Paeonia
suffruticosa those Papaver orientale
those hydrangea Ahh their perfume
vapory odours licking the flesh of
thee those hothouse orchids humid
fertility Ohh howest they enchant
howest they dissolve thee into they
those cunts luminous femininity
those cities streets diaphanous slits
enclosed in buildings folds of cunts
lips oozing pink luminescence Ahh to
be dissolved lost in that fecundity
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Takaashigani walking I with

flâneuses passing I by singeth I that
anqa-nightingale of Ahmedi sigh I
high melodies the words floweth fromst
I all singeth I be prized Up sing
Up sing I with words that doth suit
for the tongue of I canst be mute out
blast I this song singeth I well said
up singeth this anqa-nightingale of
Ahmedi thee that hast left mementoes
thee hast n’er died in truth thee that hast
left naught trace upon this earth it be
said hast n’er lived in sooth gainsaying
the Taoist up sing this anqa-nightingale
of Ahmedi up singeth I mementoes of
this city rare gems of sights caught in
the web of the song of I
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Blossom-like the light o’er the city a

cunt blooming falls fromst the sky of
delight fromst a sun van Gough
sunflower bright Ahh looketh the city
springtime spring bloom perfumed light
washes o’er all wings on its way
kissing Caryatides coating in white
froth hetaerae Lamia Lilith’s
Hamadryads mistresses of Psappha
the city Panegyris scented cunt
labyrinth of delights full of sights
enters the veins of I blood setting fire
to madness inspire with passions beats
of lust the flesh of I beats ast crotali
on the ankles clapping of Salome
dancing dithyrambic Takaashigani
walking I in perfumed-misted streets
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Streets Pink-tinted gold ast slits of

girlies cunts valleys of streets enclosed
by buildings like folds of voluptuously
shimmering cunts lips where girlies
cunts holes perfuming pans of flesh
scent the airs bedewing the light bright
to my sight in vapory pinkness
undulating ripples kissing the outlines
of all fall moistening the airs
impregnated with odors of cunts hover
o’er those Greek sphinxes Alma
Tedema paintings diaphanous flesh
hues of colours blending roaming lanes
with limbs of snowy marble tints of
celestial beauteousness woven desires
of hes and shes to set the blood of I
afire in those valleys of flesh those
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Mountains of the Moon for singeth I

Up Up singeth I like the bulbul of
Mesihi Hark Hark with joyousness
for beeth the spring the springtime of
flowers youth merry be those crowds
that the city crowd in every street on
every garden maze spreads spring cheer
there the beauties roam bright blossoms
the colours of Redons flowers for
hours scatter they sprays of
delightfulness in every parterre Drink
Drink for ast sayeth Mesihi with
Khayyam drink thee for sooth spring be
short and death be long vanish soon
spring so be gay and drink this moment
of spring for ast sayeth Nejati
springtime hast made the earth smile
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and sing for verily drink the goblets of

girlies cunts beauteousness for
springtime be the time of mirth taketh
thee care that thou doth waste not this
hour in vain for if the tavern hostelry
of Hafiz be not thy resting place be
warned be warned ast singeth the rose
“Bow down thy head” for in this garden
all blooms will pass away and die so
Up Up in all alleyways verdant
blooms to flowers shedding perfume
weaving thru and thru the light weaving
forms of delights cunts of pleasured
sights burst forth in every lane
sparkling dewy goblets relieving pain
Ahh Ahh those cunts Roses red and
Tulips H yacinths all the blooms of the
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Sufis garden oozing dripping nectars

along the paths sparkling to the eyes
darting of I dew-drops gems of
frozen light resplendent bright to my
sight those cunts orifice o’er meads
incense-clouds do spread so Up Up
this bulbul sings Up Up upon these
sights do drink thee for sooth spring
be short and death be long vanish soon
spring so be gay and drink this moment
of spring for Takaashigani walking I
with flâneuses passing I by see I thru
the light of spring cunts thru fabrics of
mist woven cunts scents ventus textilis
flesh of rosy cheeks of that beauty I do
sing the eyes of I around those cunts
do lace do kiss so sweet to look those
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cunts in their face Ahh happier than

Sufi merged with the love of he or she
the heavens doth sing with the
joyousness of I that thru those fabrics
sheer like water limpid wrap I up in
those sights that beauteousness of
spring youth kiss I kiss I the soul of
I united with that dream of flesh in
unison in an eternal lick an ardour in
that humid air full of cunt scent those
female forms clothed in penumbra pink
in the gawking gaze of I thru eyelashes
behold they in prismatic colors sparkling
rays of light shooting forth to the eyes
of I pink gleams floating o’er luculent
flesh ast spring light falls painting
flesh in bright pink tints those forms of
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Venus Anadyomene lustrous

loveliness tints of rose translucent
cunts flesh amorous beasts on heat that
the veins of I palpitate with throbbing
voluptuousness ast those cunts glow
crimson burning flames of cunts lips
casting shadows o’er the sunflower sun
indigo shadows floating along lanes and
streets alleyways and gardens with a
flaring limpidity along forms those
cunts with delicate brilliancy those
Galateas of each of those Pygmalion of
Cyprus of us that dream of lust those
Galateas of rose tinted Pentellic
marble vases of flesh succulent
deliciousness clits gilded shimmering
Lillie pistils perfume fuming o’er
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florescent meads ast they stroll along

streets lanes alleyways gardens on
carpets of spring light kissed by
sunbeams that gleam along luminous
flesh o’er which sunlight dances like
golden butterflies spattering into
thousands of prisms of colours those
cunts swimming in rivers of scent sent
along those streets lanes alleyways
gardens on carpets of spring light
bursting those flesh chalices of pink
into bloom those flowers of paradise
those blossom heaven sent no Lysippus
or Myron couldst carve more perfect
forms more perfect cups of
exquisiteness those cunts ast the
craters of all those Vesuvius crowned
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in rose wreaths of flesh my breath

breaths our desires fires inhales those
fumes fromst those urns of Ishtar
Those alabaster vases of flesh
Those slender lips like the necks of ibis
Those folds like the petals of lotus-
blooms
Those vases of desires fleshy
All the hues of pink
All the tints of crimson
All the scents of Nefertem
Ahh those cunts curled ast deep sea
shells those cunts hiding those pearls of
delight those cunts rippling the light
melting violet shades into hues of
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chrysoberyls into the vapory forms of

cunts seen thru tints of azodrachs Ahh
for those cunts pine I to drink that
wine of Massicus or Fanernus or of
Crete to sup upon those pink chalices
and drink drink that liquidity of the
Gods that manna pull down thy panties
off with those calasiris off with that
cloth of woven light let sup I along
those pink rims networks of luminous
flesh trembling like sunbeams rippling
on quicksilver that flesh pale
opalescent quivering perfumed veins
Let I kiss
Let I bite
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Let I nibble that diaphanous

incarnation of beauteousness Ahh
stroll I Takaashigani walking I with
flâneuses passing I by saunterring I
gawking in that city that cunt of
delights that brilliancy of light and
perfumed flesh that sparkling
luminosity caressing arses like tight
peach fruit delicately outline cunts
thru sheer cloth Ahh to idle in that
city of flesh with parks like groomed
cunt hair scented floral odours
seeping down steets awash with
girlies feet ast cunts slit flowing
Ohh to dissolve in one languid
enveloping lick to merge in one
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adorable kiss with the blood of I

boiling in that tempest of lust to
clutch that flesh those bouquets Ohh
those dishes of a Sardanapalus orgy
to ramble in this city So sayeth I I
Takaashigani walking I with
flâneuses passing I by Drink Drink
for ast sayeth Mesihi with Khayyam
drink thee for sooth spring be short and
death be long vanish soon spring so be
gay and drink this moment of spring
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